Outlaw Souls MC Box Set: Books 1-6

by Hope Stone

  “I’m done with them. This whole thing was about greed and hatred, and I’m done with that. People died, and I could’ve been one of them. What if I’d bled out while they were fighting? I would have left Lexie and our kid behind, and for what? Some money that the club would keep? Besides, there’s a lot you don’t know about Las Balas, none of it good.”

  “So, tell me,” I said, eager to finally hear the truth. “I need to know.”

  Jason sighed and leaned his head back on his pillow with his eyes closed, but after a moment, he started to speak.

  “Well, they have a history in some pretty notorious shit. Human trafficking, for instance. They kidnapped young girls and sold them.”

  My stomach rolled. My god, I had no idea they’d ever done something like that. It was horrifying.

  “When did they do that?”

  “It went on for a long time,” he said. “They really just stopped a few years ago, mostly because Outlaw Souls got involved in shutting that shit down.”

  “So, Dad…”

  He nodded solemnly. “Dad was involved in it.”

  I felt like my entire world shifted beneath my feet. I had always known that my dad was a selfish ass that devoted his life to Las Balas, but I never thought he’d do something like that. Those poor girls…

  Blade must think I’m a complete idiot for giving these people my loyalty.

  “There’s also heavy drug use and distributing, stealing, arms dealing. The list goes on. Basically, any illegal activity that could make them money, no matter how immoral it is.”

  I remembered something from our conversation a few days ago. “You told me that Outlaw Souls harassed Rage’s girlfriend last year. Was that a lie?”

  “Not really, but Rage had built a fucking meth lab in her basement, so some could argue that they had a good reason to bust up in there and clear that shit out.”

  I shook my head in disgust. Nothing was quite what I thought it was.

  “Why have you been trying to join for so long if you knew all this?”

  “I don’t know anymore.” He scrubbed a hand down his face tiredly. “At first, it was to see what the big deal was. Why dad and others were so into it. And I’ll admit, there is something appealing about the comradery. Then, I had this relationship with Dad, and I don’t know…I guess that I convinced myself it wasn’t that bad. I know it sounds stupid.”

  It did, but it was also so stupid of me to reject Blade when Las Balas was clearly the problem in La Playa. I had to make that right if he’d let me.

  “You need to tell Lexie that you’re walking away,” I advised him. “Because she’s at the end of her rope right now.”

  “I know.” Guilt was clear in the lines of his face. “I’ve been so stupid when it comes to her. It’s a miracle she puts up with me.”

  “That’s what you do when you love someone,” I said, standing. “So, are you okay? Do you need anything?”

  “No, I’m good. Are you going to talk to Blade?”

  I nodded.

  “Good. He’s a good guy, I think.”

  “I think so, too,” I smiled.

  “Send my girl in on your way out, okay? I want to tell her the good news.”

  “I’ll call you tomorrow,” I told him before leaving the room.

  I didn’t have to tell Lexie to go see him. She was already heading that way with a tray of food. He was so lucky to have someone that cared enough to take care of him. There was a pang in the center of my chest at that thought. Did I have that?

  There was only one way to find out.

  It was late when I left Jason’s apartment, and I was tempted to text or call Blade, but what I needed to say to him had to be said in person. So, I went home, deciding that I would talk to him tomorrow, no matter what.

  Blade

  “So, you found the weapons?” Ryder asked around a mouthful of food as he sat up in the hospital bed. I had brought him a fast-food breakfast sandwich since he’d been complaining about the hospital food for the past few days.

  “Yeah, the entire crate was in the basement of Mad Dog’s house. Apparently, he didn’t trust anyone else with it. He’d already talked to a couple of people about buying, but it doesn’t seem like he’d lined up a buyer yet.”

  “Good,” Ryder said, polishing off the sandwich and popping a hash brown into his mouth. “Now, tell me about this prospect you got the info from.”

  I felt a surprising protectiveness swell within me. I didn’t want Jason dragged into this any more than he had been. Yes, he made a shitty choice by trying to join Las Balas, but he didn’t know any better. Kat was a prime example of that.

  “He’s my girl’s brother,” I said, hoping that Ryder would understand that he was off-limits without me having to say it. I didn’t want to be at odds with anyone in the club. “And he’s decided to leave Las Balas.”

  “I see,” Ryder looked thoughtful. “You know, my sister’s boyfriend was once a Las Balas prospect. Sometimes, it just takes time for people to realize how poisonous they are.”

  There was a knock on the door, and Chalupa walked in. “Luca followed through. We gave him the weapons, and he’s already packing up his operations in La Playa. He’ll be gone by tonight.”

  “Thank fuck for that,” Ryder said, and I shared the sentiment.

  “Moves’s going to keep an eye on the situation and let us know if Luca goes back on his word, but somehow, I don’t think he will.”

  “Me either,” I chimed in. “When I talked to him at the warehouse, he seemed pretty eager to get back home to El Paso.”

  “What about our people?” Ryder asked. “Injuries? Deaths?”

  “One death,” Chalupa said, his face dropping. “Tank took a bullet to the chest.”

  Tank was fiercely loyal and took a bullet for his brothers in the MC. He was fearless. “He bled out at the scene, but we brought him home so that we could take care of him.”

  “God damn it,” Ryder sighed, and I saw his hand go to his stomach where he’d been shot. Not only had we lost a good man and brother, but it made us all a little more aware of our mortality.

  “Other than that, it was mostly superficial cuts and bruises. Swole had a broken finger, and Hawk got sliced in the side with a knife, needing stitches. They’ll both be fine.”

  “Well, that’s something to be thankful for,” Ryder said. “Now, we’ll just have to stay vigilant. Things are heating up with Las Balas, and I’m sure it’s not over yet. From what I understand, we took out four of their people last night, including Mad Dog. I didn’t want it to come to that, but sometimes it’s kill or be killed, and I always have a scar to remind me of that.”

  “We’ll all do what we have to do to protect our own,” Chalupa agreed.

  We left after that. Ryder’s wife was coming in to visit him, and he wanted some time alone with her. Besides, I needed some sleep. I had been awake almost all night. First, I patched up Jason, then I went to Mad Dog’s house and found the crate. I took charge of the hand-off with Luca, making sure that he got exactly what he came here for. Finally, I met with the rest of the club at the Blue Dog, where I learned of Tank’s fate and reported that I had found the weapons.

  Now, it was almost seven in the morning. The sun was already too bright in the sky, and the people I passed on my bike were heading to work, just beginning their day. I felt like a zombie by comparison.

  I went into my apartment and made a beeline for the bedroom. I could barely think due to exhaustion, but I managed to call Brie and tell her I needed one more day off. She was fine with it, and for the first time, I truly appreciated what a good boss she was.

  That was the last conscious thought I remembered having before I laid out on my bed, fully clothed, and fell asleep.

  I was violently yanked from a peaceful sleep by an incessant pounding on the front door of my apartment. It was disorienting to come back into the world of consciousness so quickly, and I sat up in bed, confused about where the annoying noise was coming fro
m. A quick glance at the alarm clock’s big red numbers told me that I had been asleep for about twelve hours.

  Someone knocked again, and I finally realized what was going on. Who the hell was bugging me now?

  “Hold your horses,” I called out, pulling back my sheets and getting out of the bed. My body was aching from sleeping for so long, and my head felt heavy. As I reached the door, I opened it without bothering to check the peephole while in the middle of a massive yawn.

  Kat was standing on the other side, looking like a sex goddess in her black fishnet top with a completely visible black bra underneath and a pair of black leather pants. My cock stood at attention so quickly that I thought it might actually pop the zipper of my jeans.

  But I didn’t let myself get too excited at the sight of her. By now, I was sure that Jason had told her all about what happened last night. If she was here to give me shit about Outlaw Souls attacking Las Balas, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to it.

  I must have been standing there for too long without speaking because she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and bit her lip nervously.

  “You weren’t at work,” she said.

  “No, I wasn’t.”

  I stepped away from the door, leaving it open for her if she decided to come in, and went to my kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. I was parched, so I drank half the thing in one go. When I turned around, Kat was standing behind me.

  “Are you okay?”

  What a loaded question. I was happy that Outlaw Souls had won this battle but upset at the loss of Tank. More than anything else, though, I was sick of this back and forth between the two of us. Kat was an addiction that I didn’t mind one bit, but if she really didn’t want me, I wasn’t interested in sleeping together anymore. Who knew that I’d grow sick of this casual sex thing?

  “No, I don’t think I am.”

  “Can I do anything for you?” she asked, stepping closer as she looked up at me through her eyelashes.

  “Tell me why you’re here.”

  “I know what happened last night.”

  I sighed, “I’m not in the mood for a fight about Outlaw Souls.”

  I’d just slept for twelve hours, but this conversation was still tiring.

  “No,” she stepped even closer, and the sweet scent of her wrapped around me. God, my body always burned for her. “I want to thank you for getting Jason out of there. His shitty club members probably wouldn’t have done it.”

  “He’s your brother. I know how precious that is.”

  “He told me the truth about Las Balas, all the terrible shit they’ve done. I really had no idea. I feel like a complete jackass.”

  I cupped her chin, running my thumb across her smooth cheek.

  “Don’t be so hard on yourself,” I said. “You’ve been, like, half a jackass, at most.”

  I chuckled as she slapped my arm, but there was a smile in her eyes.

  “Come on, it’s not easy to admit I’m wrong.”

  I was just so damn relieved that she was finally coming around that I didn’t need her to admit anything, except that she was mine.

  “Okay, fine. You’ve come to your senses. Glad to hear it,” my eyes flickered down to her lips. “Now, what are you going to do about it?”

  I barely had time to brace myself before Kat literally jumped into my arms. She hugged my neck while her legs went around my waist. Her lips pressed against mine, and it was all blazing fire and needy passion. This woman was always my undoing, bringing out the animal in me. Right now, that animal needed to claim what was his.

  I started to walk us into my bedroom, not even breaking our kiss, as I was familiar with the layout of my own place. Just before we reached my bedroom, a tantalizing thought occurred to me, and I shifted directions, taking her into the bathroom.

  “What are we doing?” she asked, pulling her head back to look around.

  “I need to take a shower. You want to join me?”

  “Please.”

  I set Kat down on her feet, and she stripped out of her clothes while I turned on the shower, so that when I turned around, all I could see was creamy skin. Her nipples were hard little buds in the cool air, begging for me to taste.

  I started to unbutton my jeans, and she stepped into the shower, letting out a husky moan that made my erection throb. I nearly tripped trying to get out of my jeans and boxers so that I could join her.

  The warm water ran over her body in rivulets, and I found myself transfixed by it until she reached out and took hold of my cock. I had to catch myself on the tiled wall as she started to pump her hand up and down. Pleasure licked up my spine from something so simple, but when she got on her knees in front of me, a deep-rooted excitement took hold.

  But I didn’t want her to do this just to make things up to me, “You don’t have to do that,” I told her, reaching down to pull her up by her arms.

  “I want to,” she insisted, flicking her tongue out and running it over the tip of my cock. It felt like I was hit with an electric jolt.

  “Shit,” I hissed, staring down at her. The wicked smile she shot me might have been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen until she opened her plump lips and swallowed my cock.

  I moaned loud and long as the sensations caused by her mouth spread all over my body. She took me all the way in until I butted up against the back of her throat. Then, she moaned, and the vibrations from that action brought me so close to an orgasm that I felt like an inexperienced teenager again.

  Fuck, she was good at this.

  I beat back the orgasm with sheer force of will. I wanted this to last longer. I needed it.

  Wrapping her hand around the base of my cock, Kat pumped my shaft as she worked her mouth up and down. She got into a rhythm that drove me crazy. It felt so good but was just languorous enough to keep me on the edge of nirvana.

  The water beat down on my back, seeming to heighten the sensation by making my skin feel more sensitive, and when Kat reached around with her free hand and grabbed a handful of my ass, pulling me forward and deep-throating my cock, I lost it. My orgasm slammed into me with no time to warn her before I exploded into her wet, warm mouth. But it didn’t matter to her. She swallowed every drop of what I gave her, looking up into my eyes in one of the most intimate moments we’d ever shared.

  “I fucking love you,” I said without stopping to think about it. I got caught up in the moment. If I’d stopped to consider what I was going to say, I probably would have held the words back. I didn’t know where she was emotionally, and putting myself out there like that felt like a good way to scare her away again.

  To my surprise, Kat smiled as she got to her feet. Cupping my cheek, she looked into my eyes, and I could see nothing but happiness there.

  “I love you, too,” she said.

  “You do?”

  I didn’t mean to sound like an insecure child, but I really didn’t think she’d say it back.

  “I do. I can’t believe it took me so long to realize it, but I love you for the things you do. I’ve always thought that actions were more important than words, and your actions say so much. The way that you pursued me. The way you helped me find a bike. The way you helped my brother. You’ve shown me who you are, and I couldn’t help falling for you, no matter how hard I tried.”

  “And your stubborn ass put up a hell of a fight,” I said, earning me another slap on the arm.

  “Watch it, or I might just go home,” she said, but I knew it was an empty threat.

  There was no way she was leaving now. My cock was already hardening again.

  “I’ll have you know, I like your stubborn ass,” I said, reaching around to pinch her.

  She squealed, and I shut off the water. A proper shower could come later. For now, I wanted to get Kat into my bed. If actions were more important to her than words, she was going to love what happened next.

  Epilogue: Kat

  I bent over and peered through the window in front of the oven, checking the roast be
ef for the hundredth time. I’d never made something like this before, but I really wanted to do something impressive, something worthy of my mom. We were resuming Sunday family meals at my house, so Jason and Lexie would be here in an hour.

  The sound of breaking glass came from behind me, followed by Blade’s curse, “Shit!”

  I popped up and turned to see that he had dropped a wine glass onto the floor, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. He looked at me with the cutest guilty smile on his face. I couldn’t help laughing.

  “It’s okay,” I told him. “Lexie can’t drink anyway, remember?”

  Lexie was the reason we hadn’t started doing this sooner. I wanted to start the tradition back up again when Blade moved in with me a month ago, breaking his old lease a few months early, but Lexie was having a hell of a tough time with morning sickness, which it turned out could occur at any time. She even lost almost ten pounds because she couldn’t hold down any food, but she was starting to make up for it now. She had a little baby bump that I couldn’t wait to see growing into a huge pregnant belly. I had no interest in parenting myself, but I was excited to spoil a niece or nephew in six months.

  “Right,” he said. “I’ll just give her a water glass.”

  Blade was so supportive when I told him about my old Sunday dinner tradition, insisting on helping me in any way that he could, even though he was mostly helpless in the kitchen. So, I had him set the table.

  Looking around, I couldn’t believe that this was the same house that had felt so lonely to me just a few months ago. I had redecorated every room, knowing that was what my mom would have wanted. Now it was really my place. No, it was our place. Living with Blade made me happy to be home. I liked waking up to his face and falling asleep in his arms every night.

  Blade was no longer street fighting. When he told me about it, I was mortified. I knew that there were no rules in the ring at those places, and he could end up seriously hurt or even killed. Luca might have left town, but another one would crop up, eventually. They always did. I didn’t tell Blade that he had to stop, but when he saw how worried I was, he promised not to do it anymore. He said that talking to me about his brother helped. I hoped it was true. He’d done so much to help me, I wanted to be there for him, to help him fight his own demons.